"When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple... ," Songs of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train." Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. -- Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in 150 countries.

Sunday, December 13, 2015

Twelve days till Christmas

Stardust...5 by 7 watercolor, Christmas card
Science says we're made of the same stuff as stars, and while that is true of physics and chemistry of the biologic elements in our bodies, is it not also true of the spirit? We are literally part of all creation, of the universe.
On the Great Plains and in the West, or in rural areas, there's the sky, and at night, the stars. For thousands of years they've beckoned humans, helped us create stories, inspired art, fired our imagination, fueled our hopes, spurred our wonder. There's a yearning to touch them--they're metaphors and more of life, physical and spiritual.
Is it any wonder that a star is the symbol of the time we now call Christmas? We are home. Stardust.

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